The Legitimate Daughter

She was the clan leader of the Luoyue Clan, free-spirited and aloof. In the bloom of youth, she met Nangong Lian, the Third Prince of the Nanling Kingdom. Just as they fell in love and promised to marry, the army marched into Luoyue, and a conspiracy came to light. A raging fire burned away their love, leaving only hatred.

Inside the palace, consumed by flames, she was utterly disillusioned.

“Nangong Lian, I’ll never forget your lies and betrayal. From today on, we are finished. One day, I’ll make you pay tenfold!”

Faced with lies and betrayal, she turned away without hesitation and chose the most final course: they would go down together, and neither would survive.

When she opens her eyes again, what kind of upheaval will shake the world?

In her previous life, she was Weixi, clan leader of Luoyue. This time, she is Yun Zhixin, the eldest daughter of the Yun family.

The eldest daughter of the Yun family, armed with the powerful secret arts of the Luoyue Clan, appears before the world. Her unparalleled beauty dazzles the eyes, while her cunning calculations capture whose heart?

When the pear blossoms have fallen and a lifetime of splendor has passed, he can only sigh: “I regret that I didn’t meet you sooner.”

The Yun family left the capital seven years ago. Seven years ago, their mansion was taken over by the Grand Princess, the emperor’s most beloved sister. But recently, a carriage arrived at the mansion, the Grand Princess’s people were driven out, and the estate changed hands.

They say it was the eldest daughter of the Yun family...

At a banquet, the emperor graciously invited her to join him. Consort Fu tactfully gave up her seat. In the end, all they heard was her clear, cool voice: “I’ve been feeling unwell lately. I wouldn’t want to pass anything on to Your Majesty.” Without waiting for a reply, she turned and returned to her seat.

They say it was the eldest daughter of the Yun family...

His long, pale fingers gently brushed her face, wiping away the blood on her cheek. His eyes were tender with affection and aching with concern.

After a while, he gently pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“There’s really nothing I can do with you.” He sighed softly. “I regret that I didn’t meet you sooner.”

Her tightly closed eyes trembled almost imperceptibly.

I regret that, in the bloom of my youth, it wasn’t you I met.